nycdaug Chapter 100 Getting Involved
Chapter 100 Getting Involved
Chapter 100 Getting Involved
Half an hour later, at 10:23 a.m., Hu Biao was brought into the interrogation room of Beiyang Road Police Station.
This interrogation room is much smaller than the mediation room at Huanghe Road Police Station last night, about ten square meters, with a table, three chairs, a surveillance camera hanging in the corner, and a computer for recording on the table.
The police officer who brought him in pointed to a chair against the wall: "Sit there."
Hu Biao sat down.
The police officer sat down opposite him, turned on the computer, and began entering information.
"Name."
"Hu Biao".
"age."
"nineteen."
"Profession."
"A freshman at the School of Biology, Jiangcheng University."
The police officer looked up at him and said, "A freshman? You're quite the troublemaker."
Hu Biao did not respond.
The police officer continued, "What did you do around 9:30 this morning in front of the Dongguo Traditional Martial Arts Association at No. 57, Jia, North Third Ring Road?"
"They've ruined their reputation."
The police officer paused for a moment while typing. He probably hadn't expected Hu Biao to confess so readily.
"Why did you smash it?"
"I don't like that brand."
The police officer looked up, a hint of exasperation in his eyes: "Hu Biao, let me remind you, this is a police station, and you are being questioned. You'd better cooperate and not cause yourself trouble."
Hu Biao leaned back in his chair, his expression calm: "I'm very cooperative. I'll answer whatever you ask. You asked why I smashed it, and I said I just didn't like the look of it. That's my honest opinion. As for how the law classifies it, that's your business."
The police officer took a deep breath and was about to continue asking questions when the door was pushed open.
Another policeman peeked in and whispered, "Someone's looking for him, from the Garrison Command."
The police officers in the interrogation room paused for a moment and looked at Hu Biao.
Hu Biao smiled and said, "I've caused trouble in Jiangcheng before, and the Jiangcheng Garrison Command has a record of it."
The police officer's lips twitched a few times, he remained silent for two seconds, then stood up and walked out of the interrogation room.
Ten minutes later, the door opened again.
Lu Zhenhua walked in.
He was dressed in plain clothes, his expression complex. When he saw Hu Biao sitting in the interrogation room with no handcuffs on his wrists, indicating that he was being treated fairly normally, he couldn't help but smile.
"Kid," he said, sitting down opposite Hu Biao, "now you know how powerful I am, right?"
Hu Biao looked at him and smiled: "Director Lu, you came pretty quickly."
"Nonsense, your case is already on the system's radar." Lu Zhenhua rubbed his temples. "So, what happened? Didn't you say you were going to smash the sign? Did you really?"
"Smash it."
Lu Zhenhua choked for a moment. This kid, true to his name, is really reckless!
"How badly was it smashed?"
"It broke in two and was thrown on the ground."
Lu Zhenhua opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end it turned into a sigh: "You—fine. Now people have reported you for disorderly conduct and intentionally damaging property. What are you going to do about it?"
Hu Biao looked at him and suddenly said, "Director Lu, I sent you a document to your email. Take a look."
Lu Zhenhua was taken aback: "What document?"
You'll see when you see it.
Lu Zhenhua took out his phone and opened his QQ email. The latest email was from Hu Biao, with a PDF file attached. The filename was a combination of letters and numbers.
He clicked on it.
The first page was the cover of a test report, which read "Comprehensive Analysis Report of Biological Samples," followed by some numbers and dates that he couldn't quite understand.
He flipped down.
Starting from the second page, there are densely packed data tables, graphs, and technical abbreviations—CD3+, CD4+, etc.
CD8+, telomerase activity, mitochondrial membrane potential, DNA methylation level, transcriptome sequencing results —
Lu Zhenhua looked at it for three seconds, then looked up.
"What is this thing?"
Hu Biao laughed: "That's right, you don't understand it. This isn't for you. Forward it to your superiors, or directly to someone who can understand it. Ideally, to a leader in your garrison headquarters, the higher the rank, the better."
Lu Zhenhua looked at him, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
Hu Biao didn't explain, he just said, "You send it first, and you'll know once you send it."
Lu Zhenhua was silent for a few seconds before starting to operate his phone.
He forwarded the PDF file to his direct superior, Lin Guoping, the deputy commander of the Jiangcheng Garrison Command, and also left a voice message on WeChat: "Commander Lin, this is a document Hu Biao gave me, saying to forward it to the leaders. I don't understand it, could you please see if it's useful?"
After sending it, he looked up at Hu Biao: "Alright, it's sent. Now you can tell me, what exactly is this?"
Hu Biao leaned back in his chair, saying nothing, just staring at the ceiling.
Lu Zhenhua wanted to ask more questions, but he swallowed his words back.
He suddenly had a strange feeling. The kid in front of him didn't seem to have been tortured by society. On the contrary, he seemed confident and even looking forward to something.
What is he waiting for?
Lu Zhenhua's phone vibrated.
He looked down and saw the caller ID: Lin Guoping.
So fast?
He answered the phone: "Mr. Lin?"
Lin Guoping's voice came from the other end of the phone, his tone carrying a seriousness Lu Zhenhua had never heard before: "Old Lu, have you seen this report?"
"I've seen it, but I don't understand it."
Where are you now?
"Beiyang Road Police Station, with Hu Biao."
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.
"Listen to me." Lin Guoping's voice was low, but every word was clear. "I've already forwarded that report to the higher-ups. Just now, the Sixth Bureau of the Dongguo Garrison called me directly, ordering you to bring Hu Biao to the Sixth Bureau immediately. Now, right now."
Lu Zhenhua was stunned.
The sixth inning?
The Sixth Bureau of the Eastern National Garrison Command is the superior department of the Sixth Division. Lu Zhenhua has worked in the system for more than 20 years. He has been to the Sixth Division of the Garrison Command in the capital several times and even slept with them, but he has only been to the Sixth Bureau once, when he was delivering materials. He didn't even go inside.
Now, should we let him take Hu Biao to the Sixth Bureau?
He glanced at Hu Biao.
"Okay, I understand." Lu Zhenhua hung up the phone and stood up.
"Let's go," he said, "someone wants to see you."
Half an hour later, in the western suburbs of the capital, at the entrance of the Sixth Bureau of the Eastern National Garrison Headquarters, there was no sign, only two armed police officers on guard.
Lu Zhenhua's car was stopped three times. Each time, his identity was checked, his pass was inspected, and his appointment information was compared. By the time they drove the car into the yard, twenty minutes had passed.
Hu Biao got out of the car and looked around at the surroundings.
The courtyard wasn't large, with three small gray buildings, the tallest only five stories high. The landscaping was nice, but it was trimmed too neatly, giving it a cold, austere feel. No one was walking around in the courtyard, and all the windows had their curtains drawn.
"Let's go." Lu Zhenhua's expression had become serious.
He led Hu Biao into the middle building, up to the third floor, and stopped in front of an unnumbered door.
The door opened, and a young man in plain clothes stood in the doorway. He checked their identification again before nodding to them and saying, "You can come in now."
Lu Zhenhua took a deep breath and stepped inside.
The meeting room was small, about 20 square meters, with a long table in the middle and several people sitting on either side.
The head seat was occupied by a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a thin face, wearing frameless glasses, his hair neatly combed, and a dark gray Zhongshan suit.
Two people were sitting to his left.
One was around sixty years old, burly and robust, his hands resting on the table, his knuckles large and calloused. He wore loose-fitting training clothes, but Lu Zhenhua could sense that this relaxed posture concealed a lurking beast. The other was around forty years old, of medium build, with an ordinary face, wearing a jacket, looking like a typical government official. But his eyes were peculiar; his gaze, when it fell upon someone, seemed to carry a tangible weight.
To the right of the head of the table sat a middle-aged man, around fifty years old, wearing thick glasses, a white lab coat, and a gray down jacket over it. His fingers were long and slender, with neatly trimmed nails. On the table in front of him were a laptop and a thick stack of printed manuscripts.
Lu Zhenhua's gaze fell on the stack of printed manuscripts.
He recognized the format of the cover; it was the same as the test report that Hu Biao had sent him.
The man in the main seat spoke, his voice calm but possessing a calming power.
"Director Lu, thank you for your hard work. We'll take over the rest. Please go and rest in the next room."
Lu Zhenhua nodded and turned to leave.
The moment the door closed, the conference room fell silent.
The man in the main seat looked at Hu Biao with a calm gaze, without scrutiny or pressure, simply looking at him as if he were an ordinary young man.
"Hu Biao, please have a seat."
Hu Biao sat down opposite him.
"Let me introduce myself first," the middle-aged man said. "My name is Shen Weiping, director of the Sixth Bureau. These two—" He pointed to the two people on his left, "Wei Lianshan and Han Wendong. This is Researcher Chen Mo from the Institute of Biophysics."
Hu Biao nodded without saying anything.
Shen Weiping wasn't in a hurry; he simply leaned back in his chair and looked at him.
The silence lasted for more than ten seconds.
Then Shen Weiping spoke up, his tone still calm: "Hu Biao, we have already reviewed the test report that you asked Director Lu to forward, so I would like to ask you a question."
"Excuse me."
"That ring—it's in your hand, isn't it?"
Hu Biao laughed heartily, "Of course, otherwise do you think I'm really a god?"
Although it was expected, a slight commotion still arose in the conference room after Hu Biao confirmed it. Although it was quickly suppressed, the expressions of everyone present became serious.
"So, the subject of this report is you, right?"
"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have come to find you."
"What do you mean?"
"How should I put it? With the help of that ring, I made rapid progress. To use the words from online novels, one day I suddenly found myself entering a new realm. The world changed in my eyes in an instant. It was a fundamental difference. That's why I chose bioinformatics. I found that this major suits me very well, and I know that I can understand my physical condition at any time."
"Then why did you send the test report to Lu Zhenhua?"
"I originally thought I was the only one, but after contacting the Sixth Bureau, I realized that my level is called general officer level. There are more than one general officer, and most of them are within the system—" Hu Biao paused here, "I realized that I might not be able to handle this, so I want to sell it for a good price. I think the government shouldn't treat me unfairly, right?"
"You mean, you want to sell that ring to the government?"
"Otherwise what?" Hu Biao said, spreading his hands.
"Alright, tell me your terms."
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